Robin has just returned back to Port Charles over ten years after getting her heart broken from her now, ex boyfriend, Tyler Storms, who didn't treat her the way she should have been treated. Robin doesn't get along with the handsome doctor, Dr. Patrick Drake. Brenda's just come back in town with Jax on a mission to hook up her best friend. What happens when Robin finds out her blind date is Jax's best friend, Patrick?
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So, here is chapter seven, and I am hoping that even though I am all moved in my old house where I went to high school, that my posting will be better. The heat isn't even on but it's just so hot here. Anyways, I am hoping that you will enjoy this wondrous chapter that spent my time on! I am so sorry that this update is so late! I have been busy, sick, and I was on a writer's block for a while. I hope I still have some readers!
-7-
It had been a few days since Jax and Brenda had become engaged and the girls were going crazy over wedding details, which only made Robin getting excited over the small things. Robin wasn't really a wedding planner type of person, but she knew if Brenda hired a wedding planner, she would drive the wedding planner absolutely crazy. She wanted Brenda to be sane and what better way than to help her.
"Are you two still planning?" Patrick groaned, as he walked into the den of the cabin where he saw Brenda flipping through a magazine, while Robin was scratching through her bandage wrap over her stomach. "And what have I told you about scratching? It's just going to make your wound more irritable."
"You try getting beat up and then you can tell me what to do!" Robin snapped, as she glared at him, and she sighed when she saw his face soften. She then watched Brenda get up from the couch and walk down the hall to find Jax. "I'm sorry, Patrick. I just hate wearing these bandages."
"I know you do," Patrick sighed, as he sat down in Brenda's previous seat before he removed the magazine from her lap. "The more you wear them, the quicker your wounds will feel better and disappear. I know that's something you want."
"True and I get a doctor on the go to help me put on my wrap," Robin said with a smile, shrugging her shoulders lightly, and she flipped through the channels, stopping on the news.
"Gee thanks," Patrick replied sarcastically, as he placed his hands in his lap, and he turned his attention to the magazine in front of him. "Brenda isn't driving you crazy, is she?"
"No, not at all," Robin commented, as she ran a hand through her dark hair, and then looked back towards Patrick with a small smile on her face. "She is actually pretty excited about this to be honest."
"And that surprises you?"
"Well, I thought she would be nervous or scared, especially with her last marriage," Robin admitted, as she looked out the window. "So, do you have any plans for tonight, doctor?"
"Are you asking me out on a date, Dr. Sourpuss?" Patrick teased, as he turned his body towards her, so that his back was pressed back against the arm of the couch.
"You can wish all you want," Robin said with a shake of her head. "I do know that I do not feel like spending time with the engaged couple, especially to how mushy the two of them have been around us these last, few days."
… Tyler Storms happens to be missing…"
Hearing the newscaster's voice from the television, Robin turned her head, especially at the mention of her ex fiancé's name. The last thing she needed was to see that manhandling man here when she was trying to be stress-free and trying to let her wounds heal with Patrick's help.
"You don't think he is anywhere near us, do you, Robin?" Patrick suddenly asked Robin, as Brenda and Jax came into the living room of the cabin of where they were at, and he looked at them. "You guys were watching the news too?"
"Actually – no," Jax began, as he then helped Brenda finally sit down on the loveseat, and then took a seat next to her. "Is there something that we should know about?"
Robin turned up the volume of the television where the woman that had been talking came on the screen where she was now interviewing her uncle. Not wanting to hear anymore, Robin turned the television off, and she took a deep breath.
"I am here to get rid of him emotionally and physically," Robin sighed, as she ran her fingers through her dark hair, and she looked over at Brenda and Jax. "You guys should go out. This is your time together before you guys actually have a wedding to plan."
"I'll take care of her, you guys," Patrick said with a cheery smile, as he then turned to Robin with a chuckle leaving his lips, and then turned his attention back to Robin. "For some odd reason, she actually enjoys her time being alone with me."
"Oh please, that's just what you want to believe," Robin scoffed out sarcastically, as she looked over at Patrick with a shake of her head, and then crossed her arms over her chest.
"Before you know it, Robs, you two are going to be engaged like Jax and myself."
"Sweetheart –"
"Jax, just let her gloat in this," Patrick said with a laugh leaving his lips, as he looked over at the brunette model. "She knows very well that commitment just is not my sort of thing."
"Yes, I do know that, but you never in your life met anyone like Robin."
Patrick just rolled his eyes at Brenda's comment and he then watched Jax lead Brenda out of the cabin, which he was very thankful of him doing so. Sure, he knew that he was becoming more and more attracted to Robin, but he didn't want to marry Robin Scorpio! Hell, their first date had been so horrible, and he was still blaming himself for what happened to Robin. If he hadn't been flirting with that waitress at the Metro Court, she would not have been hurt the way she did.
"Patrick, are you there?" Robin asked, as she waved her hand in front of his face once again, and she smiled lightly when she saw him blink his eyes a bit. "Hey, where were you a second ago?"
"I was just thinking about something," Patrick said with a shrug of his shoulders, as he looked over at Robin with a genuine smile on his face. "It's nothing really."
"If it's nothing, then you can tell me what it was about, right?"
"Well, no, not really, Robin. Listen –"
"Patrick, just tell me! I want to know what had you zoning out a minute ago," Robin said, as she rubbed her leg where there was a couple of bruises, and she handed him the ointment from the table. "While you are telling me, you can put this ointment to make me all better, all right?"
Patrick grumbled, as he put a little bit of the ointment on her kneecap where there were a few bruises that had shown up last night. He had sent Jax to the store last night, while Brenda was taking a bath, and he had taken care of Robin. He really didn't mind taking care of her because he was spending more and more time with her. He knew that she was not ready for a relationship, and honesty, he was not exactly sure if he was remotely interested, either.
"I am still blaming myself to what happened to you, Robin. You know that if I had been nice to you, it wouldn't have ended this horrible," Patrick admitted, as he ran a hand through his dark hair, and he massaged the ointment into her thigh. "I shouldn't have flirted with that waitress –"
"Cherrie – that was her name, Patrick," Robin stated, as she stretched her leg out in front of her on the table next to the bridal magazine that Brenda had been looking at earlier. "And I have told you, time after time, that what Tyler did to me wasn't your fault. I just hope he won't come after me."
"Robin, he will not come near you, especially with me taking very good care of you," Patrick told her with a kind smile on his face. "I will continue to blame myself and there is nothing –"
"Patrick, please don't do this to yourself. Tyler would have come after me one way or another. You know I hate seeing you do this to yourself," Robin sighed, as she was slowly starting to open up to him. "From what I've been learning about you, you are a good man, and you know it."
"I may be a good man like you say I am but I still blame myself for what happened to you. I just wish that you didn't have all these bruises over your body. If there was a way that I could make them disappear, I would do it, Robin. I just want you to know that I have begun to care about you very much."
Robin looked at Patrick and she looked back to the television, which was still off. Maybe Brenda was right. It could be her imagination that Patrick was saying all of these nice and sweet things to her, but the more she realized it, she was just wishing this was a hallucination.
"I'm sorry, Patrick."
Patrick was now confused. Why in the world was Robin Scorpio apologizing to him when it should be the other way with him doing the apologizing?
"I mean, I know I am not the easiest person to know. I can be so stubborn and –"
"There is no doubt in that," Patrick teased, as he flashed her a warm smile on his face, and he ran a hand through his dark hair. "But you have been through a horrible ordeal."
"Enough talk about the whole Tyler incident," Robin began, as she slid her hands into her lap. "I want to think about something positive, Patrick. Since Brenda and Jax left us alone, what do you want to do?"
"How about we go ahead and talk about me?"
"Oh geez, do we have to?" Robin asked with a frown on her face, as she looked over at Patrick with a deep sigh leaving her lips. "Are you really that conceited?"
"Geez, you really do not have any faith in me, do you?" Patrick asked sarcastically, as he looked over at her, and he leaned back against the couch. "When I say talk about me, what I meant to say was you could get to know me…"
"Are you sure that's what you meant, Patrick? For all we know, you could try your seducing tactics, which I still tell you – won't work the least bit," Robin said with a huff, as she rose up to her feet, and she suddenly felt hungry. "I am hungry. What about you?"
Patrick laughed, as he looked over at her with a bright grin on his face. "My, my, I have to say that is a wonderful way to change the topic. First, we are talking about me, and then little Ms. Cookie wants to eat right now."
"What do you expect me to do? Starve?" Robin asked with a roll of her eyes, as she placed her hands on her hips when Patrick stood up to his own feet.
"No beautiful," Patrick said with a toothy grin, as he looked over at her with a genuine look on his handsome face. "I was just very surprised to how you quickly changed the subject."
"Well, I am a hungry girl, and you should be feeding me," Robin teased, as she looked up into his eyes, thinking that he was so much fun.
Robin had gotten to know Patrick in a way where she was sure a lot of the nurses or just women in general and she couldn't help but to feel honored that way. Sure, she didn't know a lot about him, but he was actually funny outside of work because he was so serious.
"Patrick, can I ask you something?" Robin asked, as the two of them walked into the kitchen. When he nodded his head, she went on. "Why aren't you like this at work?"
"What do you mean?" Patrick asked, as he began to look through the cabinets, while Robin took a seat at one of the stools behind the counter.
"Well, um, you're different – way different than when you're at work. You're not so moody or serious like you are when you're at work," Robin explained with a small smile, as Patrick placed a bottle of water in front of her. "Thank you. I just don't get why you are like that, though."
Patrick sighed, as he pulled out a box of macaroni and cheese, wanting something easy to cook. "Well, I don't want anyone to see the soft side to me. After my mother died and my father turned to alcohol those first, few months, it just wasn't the same and all."
"But your father seems like a good guy now. You two do get along, right?" Robin asked, as she looked over at Patrick with a shake of her.
"It took a while for us to get along and I honestly thank Alexis for that," Patrick said, as he ran a hand through his hair. "She found him passed out in front of Jake's bar when she was driving home from the office. At least, that's what I have been told."
"Alexis is a good woman," Robin said with a nod, as she looked over at him when he filled a pot of hot water, and then put it on the stove. "I haven't had mac and cheese in quite some time."
"Well, I am a whiz at making macaroni and cheese, so you shouldn't worry so much," Patrick said with a grin, as he looked over at her. "The one thing that I can actually do that I have never shown anyone – not even my dad, is that I can actually cook a decent meal, Robin."
"I hope that you are right because I cannot even heat up a pot pie," Robin laughed, as she shook her head in embarrassment. "I don't even understand why I even told you that."
"Well, you have been feeling comfortable. Hell, you let me help you put on your gauze," Patrick told her with a grin, as the water started to bubble up where he added the macaroni in the pot. "Maybe tonight, I will cook the two of us a decent meal since I am sure that Jax and Brenda won't be back in tonight."
"I am so happy that the two of them are finally getting married," Robin grinned happily, as she looked over at Patrick when she propped her other leg up on the other stool.
"Me too. I never knew that Brenda was the marrying type to be honest, Robin. She seems like the more wild girl," Patrick admitted, shaking his head, as he simmered the macaroni and cheese.
"Well, you will begin to know things about her that you wouldn't want to know."
"Oh geez, what have I got myself into?" Patrick asked, as he looked over at Robin with a raised eyebrow.
In the end, Patrick knew it would be worth coming on this trip with Robin, Brenda, and his best friend. The two women seemed more alike the more he had seen them together and he was seeing a fun and carefree side to Robin that he never had seen before. He was definitely wanted to do things for her that she definitely was not used to!
Outside of Jax's Cabin back in Port Charles
"Scott, where the hell are you at?" a teenage boy in his mid-teens yelled, as he ran down the hell near the lake where he saw his best friend with a wallet in his hand. "What's that you got there?"
"I found some wallet, Drew, and be quiet!" Scott hissed at his brunette friend, as he ran a hand through his red curls, and he flipped open the wallet where he saw some money, beginning to put the money in his pocket.
"Man, you really shouldn't do that…" Drew said, as he gave his friend a skeptical look, and he took the wallet from his friend's fingers, flipping to the identification portion of the wallet. "This guy, Tyler Storms, might find you or something."
"For all we know, this guy could be dead," Scott said with a huff, as he snagged the wallet from his friend's hand, and he began to run off back up the hill.
